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COVID & Creativity

This was my day: I woke at 6 am and dozed for another hour. The first…

Hope in Portland?

Portland, Oregon is a city of memories. A quirky, friendly, fun city. A place for back-to-school…

Yesterday I Cancelled Thanksgiving in Passager’s Pandemic Diaries

Diary, journal, morning pages – like many I write (almost) daily to record my thoughts and…

Scheduling for Sanity

As I embark on retirement, I am pleased to settle into a schedule that ensures my…

Facebook Memory

A Facebook “memory” greeted me a few weeks ago. A high school classmate had posted a…

What Country Will My Grandson Know?

According to Webster’s Seventh New Collegiate Dictionary, anxiety refers to “a painful or apprehensive uneasiness of…

Retirement? Now?

I had not planned on retiring yet. Not this year. Not next. I taught at an…

When Empathy is Not Enough

At least once a week, maybe twice I cycle or walk Beach Drive in West Seattle.…

So Very Much to Learn

The Pacific Northwest summer soothes with days of rain and sun, of gray and brilliance. Yet…

A Reading Event in the Time of COVID

Since February 2010 a small neighborhood coffee house in West Seattle called C&P Coffee has hosted…

Isolation is the New Norm

The sun is rising, the rugosas are in full bloom and the raspberries need picking. So…

Does She Know What She’s Saying?

Two blond pre-teens cycle up the long incline of my West Seattle street. Doors and windows…

Poetry & the Pandemic

We all have our crap to deal with during this dreadful pandemic, don’t we? But despite…

Cataracts & COVID-19

II had cataract surgery on the eve of COVID-19. IIBorn cross-eyed and extremely farsighted, I’ve worn…

A Full Heart

  Many thanks to the readers, old and new, who attended my author event featuring The…

All That Was Once Home

A friend shares that her husband is brain-tired after a trip to South America, finding the…

February Author Events

With the holidays another fond memory and gray Seattle winter here for the next few months…

Finding Forgotten Joy

Why am I so often blinded by the negativity in my world? I tell myself (and…

A Lucky Day?

I find a spot in the large lot as close as possible to the supermarket. A…

Stories to Share

How can you write about all that stuff? Doesn’t it feel weird to share your secrets?…

Seattle Writes: Join Me in West Seattle!

I’m excited for the opportunity to substitute teach for Seattle Writes, a Hugo House writing program…

First Concussion & First Review

It was supposed to be a treat to myself for the completion and publication of The…

The Ex-Mexican Wives Club: Here at Last!

I’m very happy to announce the publication of The Ex-Mexican Wives Club. This new memoir explores…

The Ex-Mexican Wives Club: Cover Reveal

October arrived here in Seattle with a bite in the blustery wind and a new academic…

And I’ve Never Been to Vegas…

For me, writing began as an archeological dig. I wrote my first memoir, The Thirty-Ninth Victim,…